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Ryan V Oct 2014
I cannot help this feeling the feeling of feeling mad,
Although it is everything I’ve cracked up to be and really isn’t bad.
I have no time for childish things like normalcy and sanity,
For being normal and part of the herd is a type of vanity.
I prefer being crazy and wild because I am also free,
Of all those silly shackles of the sane crippling creativity.
The best of us are mad and we are all mad here,
Because all of us who are mad act only in love not fear.
So you see I love being a little crazier than I should,
For if I held onto sanity I wouldn’t be the best I could.
So when you’re feeling crazy and think you are alone,
Just remember sanity is overrated and pick up this silly poem.
This is for all those people out there who, like me, sometimes feel you are quite literally insane in the best kind of way!
Unkown Oct 2014
I love you as if you were mine
forever, giving you time
I love as if you love me too
however, in this dream, I am not a fool
I love you as my very own soul
keeping you closer than my bones.

I love you as if you aren't mine
always, begging for your time
I love you as  if you didn't love me back
together, me and my pain are very sad
I love you as if you were the cause of my death
I love you as if  you took my last breath.

If I could go back in time
I probably wouldn't do it
because even your hurtful words were like
addictive music
If I could go back in time and save my life
I probably wouldn't save it
because without your love, I know I'd hate it
If I could gamble a way to have a lovely life
I probably wouldn't bet
cause  my life began when we met

slowly dying
yet, I'm knowing
there's so much more to life
yet, I'm stuck in a rut
that without you, it will ****
and the pain lingers day and night


you've done the unthinkable
you've killed me, without taking me whole.
Ricordati di me Oct 2014
We'd travel the world in 80 days,
Every road all the way through.
The only difference between you and I,
Is I wouldn't go without you.
George Cheese Oct 2014
I am hollow
I am rage
I am mortal man in cage.

I am peak
I am chasm
I am grotesque ******.

I am hot
I am cold
I am broken, all told.
Jay Oct 2014
Mad
Angry and disturbed
Perturbed by your absurd words
Their rhythm ring sing songs on & on
Wrongly depicting me as the beast who depletes we
Condemned and prosecuted for convoluted convictions
Incarcerated despite fair trial meanwhile
Defendant roams free, though guilty
So I suffer when her rough mood cannot bebuffered
And somehow the blame is on me, what a shame it would be
If I had a fair trial, and you were beguiled by my vengeance
But Corinthians bestowed on me that love hold no grudge
So I won't budge,
This time.
It literally cannot always be my fault.
Dead Words Oct 2014
Should i sleep or should i stay awake? or should i take a pill to numb my sense of time,too much time goes by and all the days are the same to me.
Stacie Lynn Oct 2014
I used to feel bad for you, and how your skin was always painted purple and black with bruises that weren't self-inflicted, I almost wanted to absorb some of your pain for myself so that you wouldn't have to feel it as much, but as time has passed and you continue to let people walk all over you like a touristy sidewalk and kick you like a pebble on a road, I realized you like to hurt, you want to hurt, and you want people to sympathize for your hurting, I have had so much trouble comprehending why you gain energy from the way my heart drops watching your tears do the same, and then it hit me, your pain is contagious, like an infectious disease, except you like to spread the illness. You like feeling pain. You like making people feel the way you do, because you can't cure it and you know they won't be able to either
ryn Sep 2014
Life throws at us the worst practical pranks
Some call them challenges... I call them sick ironies
With challenges you might emerge victorious, and slide up the ranks
Ironies are just mean, bad jokes; locks with no keys

Call me godless, sad and trodden, bitter man
Call me a cynic, call me all including jaded
I've arranged it all in various permutations, much as I can
But my view at this point cannot be compensated

Allow me to illustrate...

•It's funny how you feel very certain or strongly
About the bog of sadness and depression you wade in deepest
You know it's real, you fan it with strength your mind could carry
When it could be better used to rise from when you're weakest

•What's this about having to crash to your fiery death
Into the realm of darkness; into the belly of hell
You'd have to almost die and lose your last breath
Before granted an epiphany, a slim chance that you could turn out well

•When life throws you in the deepest end
Fills your lungs with copius amounts of bad water
Tries to **** you before allowing time to mend
When if we were first taught to swim, it would've been much easier

•Sure... A treasure trove of splendours, life does offer
But like a spin of the lottery, you mightn't get even if you deserve
No matter how far you reach into it's elusive coffers
No matter how hard you worked to get ahead of the curve

•Life is like Christmas at times when it feels like giving
Like the gift of love much coveted by most individuals
Gives us all these fanciful things that need extensive assembling
But mischievously hoarding all the instruction manuals

•Fraught with grey areas and blind spots to fight
Presents ample opportunities to find the place that you'd belong
You go through shitloads of wrongs to get a right
And finally you think you're right, in actuality, you're dead wrong!

"More", you say?

•Friends during good times but not the bad
•The perfect red apple hosting a worm inside
•Faking a happy smile when you're deep down sad
•Putting our blind faiths in politicians we know who've lied

•Achieving superstardom only after death had ensnared
•Using heavy machinery to rid the Earth of impurity
•Shooting your mean motor mouth and wonder why no one cared
•Starlets dying for attention but crumble under scrutiny

•Health warnings on cigarettes but still sold for revenue
•Acquiring your sought after sports car but drive within the limit
•Promotions to idiots in suits who haven't got a clue
•Stretching up for the stars even when you know you'll never reach it

Well...

I could give more examples but I've typed enough
Life is but a game we're all playing; a circus we're all living
We can't help being helpless when unable to read and call its bluff
All we can afford is to keep siphoning water out of our boat that's sinking
I know I have been whiny in my recent writes. I also know that living a hard life makes you stronger... When life gives you lemons, make lemonade... Blah blah, yada yada... YAWN... SNORE... Zzzzzz. I know these already and I'm sure they're true to a certain degree. Just want to rant and complain. Please forgive my whining.
Life's a Beach Oct 2014
So I lay, every night, in a shirt
that you've given me
Because I want another reminder that although
I'm mad and you're sad
You're still a part of me

And it's going to break my heart when I wash and starch
the sheets that you've touched, where you've touched me

If you think you're not important
then perhaps you haven't met me

I pressed pause on life and look on into a brink
of a new dawn, but you found a way to break in

Life giving water, come down from your cloud
and wash over me, rid yourself of the frown which
you've stapled down to your chin
Lift me, every grin you give me, reminds me not to fear of eternity
You are such a gift.

But once you're in that cloud you block me out,
There is no lift that can take me to your heights
Why do you fight to prevent any help?
You call me, an unbreakable siren SOS,
yet you will not let me in

let me in

I am bare to you
Too aware of you to allow myself
to press a pause
to take a breath
a leap
a wreath of blackened roses
cut into my head

Please, stop acting like you wish you're dead

That's what she said
That's what she said

Be bare to me

and let me in
I allowed that pain of me.
lost girl Oct 2014
Nothing lasts forever
I shouldn't have been naive
I'll always remember the times we had together.

Sometimes I wonder if it was worth the fall
Cause I landed and I landed hard.
I doubt things will ever be the same
And I only have myself to blame.

Will time stitch things back together?
Or will we stay scarred
and broken forever?  

(a.d)
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